Year 2509 is the year that Elladan and Elrohir's mother was attacked by the orcs and the following year departs middle earth to cross the sea.
Year 2933 Aragorn is brought to Rivendell and taken in as Elrond's foster son; he is given the name Estel or "Hope"
Year 2951 Aragorn discovers his true name and destiny whereas before he was known among the elves as Estel. He goes into the wild and has many adventures.
Year 2980 he heads home and is betrothed to Arwen
Year 3001 Aragorn searches for Gollum
The Year 3018 is when Aragorn finds Frodo and brings him to Rivendell where the fellowship forms and departs.
In my head Natsume is found by the twins and Aragorn around 2982, I wanted a bit of back-story with Natsume and the elves before the fellowship. This is his second chance at life, but he is still going to be part of the war. Whether he will be doing much fighting or becomes a symbol of hope, I don't know…I do find it will be very difficult because elves age much slower (in my story) and by the time the fellowship arrives he will still be much too young to do battle, in the elves eyes anyways. He will be around forty-nine, although that sounds old enough he is an elf and take in mind that Pippin the youngest of the fellowship was 29 (I think) and he is an average aging hobbit.
Ages of the Fellowship:
Frodo (50), Pippin (29), Merry (37), Sam (38), Gandalf (not sure but +2000), Boromir (40), Gimli (139), Aragorn (87) and Legolas (never stated but between 500-3000, which is the common for elves)
Just a bit of the background history, and where my story comes into the timeline, in case anyone was curious. Elves are usually adult height by 50 and fully grown by 100, in my story Natsume will probably look around 14, 15 around the fellowship time. When he's found by Aragorn and the twins he looks around the age of 8, (he said he looks like he was 10 when he looked at the reflection because at 10 he looked like he was 8) haha confusing but he was malnourished and small and didn't grow properly. So when the elves find him he is 13 in actual years but 8 in physical stature. Also I made a mistake with Natsume's name, his first name is Takashi which can mean "noble, prosperous or even reverence" for some reason I thought his first name was Natsume which can translate into summer. Since I already made the story like this he will have Natsume as his first name. I apologize! I should have looked into it first. It won't matter either way though because he will be granted an elvish name like Aragorn was.
Anyways, I'm now confusing myself, and probably annoying you…Let the story begin!
The child was wrapped in their warmest clothes and furs on the forest floor; he hadn't stirred in his makeshift cocoon once since the twins had made it. A pot of stew made from fresh-caught rabbit and vegetables was slowly warming over a merrily crackling fire and both Elladan and Elrohir were silent, only moving to re-wet a strip of cloth that was placed on the boy's forehead. Their previous somber moods returning at the thought of the small child, alone in the woods. The fever and malnourishment were the only major sources of concern, but they brought no answers, he wished the child would wake and explain why he was out, alone in the middle of a dangerous forest. Was he abandoned by his guardians? Lost? Had he run away from home? The only logical explanation was the most horrifying, none dared to tread alone this far into the forest, he could not be lost there was no community nearby enough to get lost from. He had no spare clothes or bags to carry, if he had run away from home, where were his provisions? The only way he could be this far out alone, was if someone had deliberately brought him here and then left.
A low sound brought him out of his thoughts, and he as well as the twins moved closer to the child who was finally waking up. The boy moaned and scrunched his eyes, before he slowly eased himself up; Elladan put his hands to the boys back to help steady him while Elrohir rushed to get a cup of water from the stream. His eyes opened and Estel was once again stunned by the rich color,
"What is your name, child?" I questioned softly in common-tongue, the boy just looked confused and unsure and above all afraid. Elrohir returned with the water and the child looked between the three of them warily before accepting the cup and carefully drinking small sips. He sighed in relief before he returned to staring at them. "Why are you in the forest alone?" Elladan tried to ask instead, but the boy remained silent and looked lost.
"I don't think he can understand anything we're saying…" Elrohir started to say in Sindarin, when the boy's gaze snapped to face him with recognition as if he understood perfectly, although he still seemed unsure. "Can you understand what I'm saying little one?" Elladan asked hopefully, and we all held our breaths waiting to see if he would respond.
He nodded hesitantly and with a voice that was little more than a sigh he began to speak, "Yes…My name is Natsume. Who are you?" he talked as if unsure about each word, as if expecting not to be listened too. The most surprising thing about his speech though was the perfect flowing Sindarin, it sounded like it was his first language. The boy stayed wary of them but began to look less fearful, as he had been when he first woke.
"I am Estel, these two are Elladan and Elrohir my brothers. We were on the trail of orcs when we found you, why are you so far out and away from civilization child? Where are your parents?" the boy just shrugged, unwilling to talk and then blushed bright red as his stomach growled loudly. I decided to question him later, the child wasn't well and we could discuss it at a different time. The twins laughed loudly, the sound like bells drifting on the wind, and began to fix him a bowl of soup. The boy looked mortified, as if being hungry after many days alone in the forest was something to be ashamed of. The boy gladly accepted the bowl of soup and was almost stiff in how polite he was being, when offered another serving; he gently declined and thanked us graciously over the small bowl.
His eyes began to flutter "alright I think you should go back to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow and you need your rest," I told Natsume, who forced himself awake again at my words. He looked almost shocked, "You mean you'll take me with you?" his question in turn shocked and horrified me, I heard the twins gasp in disbelief behind me. "Of course we will, we'll bring you back to our home in Rivendell child. You will love it there, it is described by some as a perfect place…food, drink and dancing, all are happy and welcome there.…." My voice trailed off as the boy began to drift away again. With a soft endearing grumble he was asleep. I looked at my brothers whose disbelief had rapidly turned to anger and pain; they looked heartbroken at the idea that we would leave him behind. That the child even thought it a possibility was worrying. It was most likely too late for the child to go anywhere but Rivendell, both the twins were furious at the state of the child and would probably not let him leave their sight for months if not years. Like all elves they cherished children beyond anything else in the world, their immortality had a great price and children were few and far between. And though I was born human, that trait had rubbed off on me as well, for children were all that was good in the world and for harm to come to one without reason...I placed my hand on his forehead again to check his fever, which with rest and proper food had thankfully gone down and made sure he was laying comfortably before going to sit by the fire.
"How could anyone, anyone treat a child this way!" Elladan began to whisper furiously, "he will not be going back to his previous guardians if they are found! Lest he be left behind to die again!"
I sighed, I agreed with him but that seemed a bit much, Elrohir was nodding rapidly in agreement, and was almost splashing himself with the soup in his hands. "We will take him to Rivendell to recover, and hear his story before making any rash decisions, after all we do not know how he came to be in the forest despite what it seems." Both brothers looked at me as if to protest but then reluctantly nodded and quieted down, eating their soup in a more regular way. I glanced again at the child, who had shifted in his sleep, the hood that he had on the whole time had slipped down slightly. Something was poking up through his hair. I leaned a bit closer to the child…It couldn't be…I got up and walked towards him, both my brothers now staring at me puzzled, as I slowly pulled the child's hood back. I froze in spot, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, even my brain stuttered to a halt and I couldn't think. Small pointed ears were visible amongst the child's silver gold hair.
"What is it Estel? What's wrong?" Elrohir questioned me, I couldn't reply, nothing was working, the child was an elfling.
Elrohir P.O.V
The soup was hot and the night was quiet, but the bubbling rage that had filled me at the child's softly spoken words had not subsided. To leave a child in the woods alone, the idea was laughable, as if an elf would ever even think to do such a thing! Regardless of species a child should be treasured, they were more important than the very air I breathed. No jewels or riches of any kind could ever be more important than a little boy. I glanced at Elladan, like usual his thoughts seemed to mirror mine; we were of one mind on this issue. I was glad to have him by my side, to know that someone knew exactly what I was going through. Without my faithful twin I might have let myself fade with the grief of our mother's passing. I glanced at Estel, our youngest sibling, his childhood was short but treasured just the same, and I remember his younger years fondly. It would be good to have a child in Rivendell again, even if only for a short time. Estel was looking at the child unaware of my gaze upon him, but his face looked strange, as if he had seen a ghost. I glanced at my twin and sure enough he was also puzzled by the strange expression Estel wore. He suddenly stood up and made his way towards the child, he hesitated and then pulled down the boy's hood. He then froze, several long moments passed and he seemed not to even breathe. His face was full of fear and awe, like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world and was afraid it would vanish if he even blinked.
Concerned I voiced my confusion "What is it Estel? What's wrong?" he didn't answer, he didn't even turn around. I got up and moved towards man and child and I gasped, an echo of my twin once again who now stood on the other side of Estel. This was simply not possible! An elfling! One hadn't been born for hundreds of years. A child born would have been celebrated for months on end if not more, and yet not a single elvish community had heard of his conception! The bubbling rage of earlier came back, but increased to something else, a dark burning hatred. The state of the elfling was awful, and to think he was abandoned to die in the woods when his presence should have been met with joy. The young elf's eyes were wary and exhausted, untrusting, fearful, they should have been bright with happiness and unburdened. Where were his parents! The only way this could have happened was if the elfling was forced from his mother's and father's dead arms. No elf would have given up something so cherished, not to this fate.
"Back then I thought if I behaved badly, I wouldn't have a roof over my head anymore. I think that servile attitude came across in my actions. I'm sure I wasn't cute at all. I kind of understand now, not to hold back unnaturally from eating, just to say 'it's delicious'. Maybe I should have tried eating a lot instead." Natsume Yuujinchou Ch30.